Songtext von Wakeman's Air

I'm not sure about the air don't lay low stop this cold the hour is short to feed the tongue into the fold hide these hours, hide these hours until you're waiting for the ropes to split hiding on the maiden ship and you caught the crowd and went over after them wait in your wake no one's in your wake waiting for the ropes to split hiding on the maiden ship and you caught the crowd and went over after them wait in your wake no one's in your wake